... (XXIII)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nOkdEk_2cFU&ab_channel=TheWorstTaste

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And we lay on the summer beach -

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Where the smell of lavender,

Against that of Douglas Fir, 

Rolls in sporadically with

The low reign of the waves -

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And shoulder to shoulder

We trace the stars with our fingertips;

We line constellations that had prior

Appeared to've been non-existent.

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And the words that drift,

That float unasked, unprompted,

From the creases in our lips -

Begin and end with:

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"Isn't it strange?"

"I never once could've imagined" 

"That it'd feel anything"

"Like this."

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Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A well portrayed scene that sets the poem in context with lovely description as the flowing stanzas tell the tale of two people happy and thankful for something they thought they would never gain.